Chapter 473： bumped
Zhao Yinghua helped Yan Xinya get out of bed and complained: "I shouldn't have listened to your words to take the train, how can you be comfortable lying on such a hard bed? You should have listened to my flight, and you can get to Tianjin in two hours. City, you don't have to suffer anymore."
"It's even more uncomfortable for me to be able to fly. It's like a year. Besides, I haven't been on this train for 12 years, and I really want to take it again."
Yan Xinya bent down and looked out the window, looking very intently, staring at it without blinking, as if she wanted to imprint the outside scenery in her mind.
No one knows her body better than her. I'm afraid this will be her last time on this train, right?
She is not afraid of death, and even has some expectations. She will be reunited with her parents and daughter soon. It is beautiful to think about, but she is still a little unwilling.
She can't bear her husband, she can't bear her son, they are the only relatives she has left in this world, she really can't bear it!
Fortunately, the son has grown up and is very good, and the husband is no longer the hairy boy he used to be. He is very calm and strong enough.
As long as she is gone, the father and son will live well!
"Xuelin, have you seen those winding rivers? This is the Jiangnan water town that your mother often told you. When she was a child, her mother used to work with your great-grandfather, supporting the awning boat, rocking, rocking, and going to the city. When the vegetables are sold out, your great-grandfather will buy maltose for me to eat, ding dong and knocking a piece, I can chew it home from the city, and my teeth are sticking."
At this time, the train passed a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with a small stone bridge, a awning boat, a boatman, and a woman washing rice pulp on the shore...
All of them were woven into a vivid and gentle morning scene in the south of the Yangtze River. There was even a fragrant smell of steamed, musty and dried vegetables in the air. Yan Xinya took a deep breath and looked quite refreshed.
"It's so fragrant, this must be Chengancai, otherwise it wouldn't be so fragrant, and my saliva will flow out."
The familiar scenery and taste evoked Yan Xinya's warm and sweet childhood memories. If it weren't for the train still running, she would have wanted to get off now and go to her old house to pay her respects to her grandfather and grandmother!
She is so unfilial. She hasn't come back to visit her grandfather, grandmother and parents for 12 years. They must be complaining about her every day!
"Yinghua, I want to take time to go back to Wuzhen to pay respects to my grandparents, my parents and our... Meimei!"
Yan Xinya said her daughter's name with difficulty, her heart ached, and Zhao Yinghua's heart was even more uncomfortable. He nodded and said, "Okay, after we see the doctor, we will go to Wuzhen to visit our father-in-law and mother-in-law."
"Mom, let's go to the window over there, it's even more beautiful there!"
Zhao Xuelin is a fifteen-year-old boy with a slender body and a handsome appearance. He is somewhat similar to his father, Zhao Yinghua, but he is more like his grandfather, Mr. Zhao, who is almost a younger version of Mr. Zhao.
Moreover, Zhao Xuelin's personality is quite grandfather's style, calm but not pedantic, bold but not aggressive, although young, but his bones are harder than steel bars, which makes many adults feel inferior.
Yan Xinya's spirit was very good, and she didn't need Zhao Yinghua to help her. Gu Zi walked across the aisle, but bumped into someone who came by. Fortunately, the person who came was very sensitive, and she turned around on the spot, but she didn't hit the ground.
"I'm sorry, didn't I hit you?"
Yan Mingshun smoothly supported Yan Xinya, looked over with concern, but was suddenly stunned, dumbfounded.
"It's even more uncomfortable for me to be able to fly. It's like a year. Besides, I haven't been on this train for 12 years, and I really want to take it again."
Yan Xinya bent down and looked out the window, looking very intently, staring at it without blinking, as if she wanted to imprint the outside scenery in her mind.
No one knows her body better than her. I'm afraid this will be her last time on this train, right?
She is not afraid of death, and even has some expectations. She will be reunited with her parents and daughter soon. It is beautiful to think about, but she is still a little unwilling.
She can't bear her husband, she can't bear her son, they are the only relatives she has left in this world, she really can't bear it!
Fortunately, the son has grown up and is very good, and the husband is no longer the hairy boy he used to be. He is very calm and strong enough.
As long as she is gone, the father and son will live well!
"Xuelin, have you seen those winding rivers? This is the Jiangnan water town that your mother often told you. When she was a child, her mother used to work with your great-grandfather, supporting the awning boat, rocking, rocking, and going to the city. When the vegetables are sold out, your great-grandfather will buy maltose for me to eat, ding dong and knocking a piece, I can chew it home from the city, and my teeth are sticking."
At this time, the train passed a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with a small stone bridge, a awning boat, a boatman, and a woman washing rice pulp on the shore...
All of them were woven into a vivid and gentle morning scene in the south of the Yangtze River. There was even a fragrant smell of steamed, musty and dried vegetables in the air. Yan Xinya took a deep breath and looked quite refreshed.
"It's so fragrant, this must be Chengancai, otherwise it wouldn't be so fragrant, and my saliva will flow out."
The familiar scenery and taste evoked Yan Xinya's warm and sweet childhood memories. If it weren't for the train still running, she would have wanted to get off now and go to her old house to pay her respects to her grandfather and grandmother!
She is so unfilial. She hasn't come back to visit her grandfather, grandmother and parents for 12 years. They must be complaining about her every day!
"Yinghua, I want to take time to go back to Wuzhen to pay respects to my grandparents, my parents and our... Meimei!"
Yan Xinya said her daughter's name with difficulty, her heart ached, and Zhao Yinghua's heart was even more uncomfortable. He nodded and said, "Okay, after we see the doctor, we will go to Wuzhen to visit our father-in-law and mother-in-law."
"Mom, let's go to the window over there, it's even more beautiful there!"
Zhao Xuelin is a fifteen-year-old boy with a slender body and a handsome appearance. He is somewhat similar to his father, Zhao Yinghua, but he is more like his grandfather, Mr. Zhao, who is almost a younger version of Mr. Zhao.
Moreover, Zhao Xuelin's personality is quite grandfather's style, calm but not pedantic, bold but not aggressive, although young, but his bones are harder than steel bars, which makes many adults feel inferior.
Yan Xinya's spirit was very good, and she didn't need Zhao Yinghua to help her. Gu Zi walked across the aisle, but bumped into someone who came by. Fortunately, the person who came was very sensitive, and she turned around on the spot, but she didn't hit the ground.
"I'm sorry, didn't I hit you?"
Yan Mingshun smoothly supported Yan Xinya, looked over with concern, but was suddenly stunned, dumbfounded.
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